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Thursday, 25 February 2016

A Nasty Taste in the Mouth

My drive home is the best part of my day, providing the
weather isn’t appalling. Last night it was still light, the sun was setting in a
glorious red blaze and no insensitive idiot had managed to kill himself and
snarl up the traffic. (Am I alone in hoping all motorway accidents that hold me
up are fatal ones? Somebody must pay, as far as I’m concerned, damn it!)
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, driving home I get to listen to all sorts of
people interviewed on Radio 4, my station du jour, every jour.

On The Media Show last night I heard professional offendee
Yasmin Alibhai-Brown. She who wishes for white men to become extinct was bitterly
whining about never getting a Press Award because, you guessed it, there is a
conspiracy of white men against wimmin. (There was also another guest who could
not pronounce the plural ‘women’ insisting on referring to many ‘woman’. I’m
guessing this was in a bid to show some lexical parity with ‘sheep’.) I always love
listening to YAB because it reminds me how truly glorious it is to be rational,
level-headed, devoid of hate and oh yes, white and male.

Then, on PM, we got Jonathan Freedland reporting on the
Trump sensation and how it had taken by surprise everybody except the millions upon
millions who absolutely get it. In trying to explain the phenomenon he revealed
his own prejudices by adopting a slightly smug tone and describing Trump as extreme
and repellent, on the assumption that everybody listening would nod along and share
his exasperated sighs. Oh, what a nasty taste he was having to experience on
our behalf. I do love it so when the bubble dwellers peer out of their
misted-up portals and imagine the soft focus, dream-lit ‘beyond’ bears any resemblance
to those who actually inhabit it.

All very harmless you might think, this inability to imagine
a contrary narrative, until you contemplate that it is exactly this willing
blindness to other people's reality that was highlighted yesterday by the tip-of-the-iceberg
conviction of six Pakistani rapists in Rotherham. We're all talking about it now but for years although their crimes were common knowledge, the many officials to whom it was repeatedly reported, refused to believe it. Turns out
that ‘progressive’ thought is actually harmful; not merely hurt feelings, but
real bodily and mental harm with lifelong consequences.

And still the social justice warriors actually believe
their own tribal sloganeering and their wistful brotherhood-of-man lyrics. They believe everybody ought to think as they do and if they were in charge you would be compelled
to. Naturally there is a referendum element too. This article by the insufferable
Rafael Behr yet again totally misreads the motives and the commitment behind
those of us who wish to be rid of the uber-socialist Kleptocracy of the EU. And of course, Polly Toynbee does her level best to tell her loyal readers how to despise and pity the poor, stupid
people who just won’t think properly.

But outside the narrow confines of the sneering elite socialist
thought factory, Brexit is not something musingly wished for by a minority of
shallow thinking Little Englanders. It is a long-desired outcome of around 50%
of the voting age population of the UK – especially those who can actually
remember an optimistic world before the cloying embrace of all that legislation
to control what we do or say or think, or even look like. The Yasmins and Jonathans and Rafaels
and Pollys and all the little cogs in the statist machine don’t have the wit to
imagine that anybody could think outside their little red box. Here’s hoping
for (if not quite expecting) a rude awakening come the referendum.